A letter written with no address
Of secrets I will never say allowed,
For the courage to speak I do not posses:
So in my silence I slowly begin to drown.
Keeping secrets I will never say allowed,
For speaking up for myself is wishful thinking.
So in my silence I slowly begin to drown,
In pain not sought that leaves me crippling.
Having courage to speak is wishful thinking,
While trying to speak up with a throat too dry.
Bringing a pain not sought that leaves me crippling,
So I write on splotched paper from the tears that I cry.
I try to speak up with a throat too dry,
And Lick my lips to try and say the words not spoken.
Instead I write on splotched paper from the tears that I cry,
And I would send it to you but my mailbox is broken.
Once more I lick my lips to try and say the words not spoken.
And blow a kiss to the wind so my love you may receive,
And I would send it to you but my mailbox is broken
so I will tell you I am happy for you, and in secret I will grieve.
I will blow a kiss to the wind so my love you may receive.
Cut off from the door she closed with a window that will not open,
So I tell you I am happy for you, but secretly grieve,
Hiding my love from you since your heart has finally spoken.
I am cut off from the door she closed and the window will not open,
And the letters I write to you remain forever un-adressed.
I would send you my love but your heart has finally spoken,
And having the courage to change your mind I never will possess.
